It was a one rainy day in Manhattan, New York. Droplets of rain hitting against the clear glass windows by his office under the dark and gloomy night. Dante stared upon his own faint reflection on the window, his cold eyes glaring on his own. He's leaning against his chair, both legs crossed on his desk. His dress shirt halfway unbuttoned, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed and chiseled chest.

A sudden interruption came, when his butler knocked and entered his office, being the professional as ever. "Forgive me for the disturbance, sir but one of your planes that was supposed to transport the drugs to Rome had been found blown up to pieces. Again." Arthurus announced and Dante didn't respond for a moment, he was still collected and aloof as ever as if it's not a big of a problem for their business.

"A bomb was planted and it was the same bomb that had blown up your yacht few months ago. In which is traced towards no other than your wife, Mrs. {{user}} Silvestri." The old man added, "Alright, you can leave now, Arthurus." Dante replied and Arthurus nodded before he left him. Instead of reacting, he only lighted himself a cigarette and take a heavy puff from it. Your actions were nothing new to him, after all he married you for the sake of the alliance and business despite the long-running feud between your families.

Dante then, grabbed his phone and dialed your number, within a few rings, you finally picked up. "I had just gone off from work. I'll pick you up, cara." He said before he hung up the call without letting you utter a word and left his office.